DISSECTION KIT & BOB
On nights when the moon was covered by cloud, foxes would rip through the colony killing every bird in their path. In the morning Bob would sift through the destruction with his dissection kit, picking out the shell-less eggs from the oviducts of dead gulls. He’d boil them up for his two friends and they’d eat breakfast in a caravan parked on the beach. They each lived in their own tent, pitched on the sandbanks near Sellafield. For months at a time, over a period of three years, Bob lived here collecting findings for his thesis ‘The functional significance of epigamic colouration in Larus ridibundus’ or why black headed gulls have black heads.
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